An eclectic mix of my favourite images, I tend to flit like a butterfly from one subject to the next!
:: Scenic ::
:: Cats and Dogs ::
'With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tuneable
Was never holla'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly:
Judge when you hear.'